Quote Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran
Ode to my hat by Basheer Lewis Ode to my hat As you dance atop my head blessing me with your grace I hope you cover up any and all. Price tag higher then others but for good reason. Heat of the fur. And my favorite color, sometimes bring many suns with it. Ode to my hat
Sonnet to “Nike” by Basheer Lewis NIKE from SBs to six point 0 of the New gen high tops old style flip-flop oh they Always rock them right wear them loose or lee Obsess wish to possess sneakers they say SHINE thought darkness powered by sunlight green glow Pushes the bottom night gone away shine down As do the check the swoosh just do it grow Wait in line day n night hope for a spot Grab a pair keep them clean hate "PHD" Foshizzle Foshizzle Foshizzle yeah
A memory poem by Basheer Lewis
Boooooooooooooom bangs in my ear "oh my god are you ok" rings soon after I move to my arm but with no luck and ash begins to feel the air. Dark smoke runs toward me bring a case of darkness and fear.” Are you ok, are you ok, they yell at me. I wish it all an end. Then the darkness runs away as the force of light comes mighty as always.
My style of poetry is leave a message and make it quick comes to mind.For example the memory poem its a very short poem and leave people thinking about the movement I just wrote about.My idea for poetry is to use what I call sense word words that people hear,more so sounds people hear.
Some days I put the people in their places at the table,
bend their legs at the knees,
if they come with that feature,
and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.
All afternoon they face one another,
the man in the brown suit,
the woman in the blue dress,
perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.
But other days, I am the one
who is lifted up by the ribs,
then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse
to sit with the others at the long table.
Very funny,
but how would you like it
if you never knew from one day to the next
if you were going to spend it
striding around like a vivid god,
your shoulders in the clouds,
or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,
staring straight ahead with your little plastic face
Analysis In the poem "Some Days" by Billy Collins he state as if he is in control at time and others he is not comparing life you a little girl's doll house. His style in this poem is insightful yet playful at the same time. Yet nothing rhythms with in the poem no end rhythm or nothing. Also he tells of whom the power can switch between people. Stated in line 9 "But other days, I am the one who is lift up by the ribs" ending on line 10.Also in lines 12 to 19 he again touches on who people are like dolls in a doll house forced to smile all the time in public and half the time no control no what they can do. On a side note this kind have multiple meanings something aiming to the business world. In conclusion after an analysis of Billy Collins's style and his poem he likes to give a message in a playful manner in the poem "Some Days"
“The first night” by Billy Collins
Before I opened you, Jiménez,
it never occurred to me that day and night
would continue to circle each other in the ring of death,
but now you have me wondering
if there will also be a sun and a moon
and will the dead gather to watch them rise and set
then repair, each soul alone,
to some ghastly equivalent of a bed.
Or will the first night be the only night,
a darkness for which we have no other name?
How feeble our vocabulary in the face of death,
How impossible to write it down.
This is where language will stop,
the horse we have ridden all our lives
rearing up at the edge of a dizzying cliff.
The word that was in the beginning
and the word that was made flesh—
those and all the other words will cease.
Even now, reading you on this trellised porch,
how can I describe a sun that will shine after death?
But it is enough to frighten me
into paying more attention to the world’s day-moon,
to sunlight bright on water
or fragmented in a grove of trees,
and to look more closely here at these small leaves,
these sentinel thorns,
whose employment it is to guard the rose.
In the poem "The First Night"
by Billy Collins I believe that’s he is stating his idea on life and death which is out of his playful manner in "Some Days" which come as a shock he looked to be very comfortable in it but I guess it deepens on the subject at hand. In the poem he talk to his friend I promise is dead named Jimenez. This poem is somewhat like a ode I say this because Juan Ramón Jimenez is a spanish poet whom died 29 May 1958.So this poem is a ode without the classic “A ode to” line.
All I do these drawn-out days
is sit in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge
where there are no pheasants to be seen
and last time I looked, no ridge.
I could drive over to Quail Falls
and spend the day there playing bridge,
but the lack of a falls and the absence of quail
would only remind me of Pheasant Ridge.
I know a widow at Fox Run
and another with a condo at Smokey Ledge.
One of them smokes, and neither can run,
so I’ll stick to the pledge I made to Midge.
Who frightened the fox and bulldozed the ledge?
I ask in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge.
In the poem “The Golden Years” by Billy Collins is about one of the many idea that pass between the minds of a lonely or elder person whom lives by him or her. This any like the 2nd poem goes back to his playful style or a subject that can be taken lightly by some, while to other is a “killer” subject. In the lines ”I know a widow at Fox Run and another with a condo at Smokey Ledge. One of them smokes, and neither can run, so I’ll stick to the pledge I made to Midge.” This is a “story” style poem it tells of ones life that has been sported from friends. One of Billy’s best works.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran
Ode to my hat by Basheer Lewis
Ode to my hat
As you dance atop my head blessing me with your grace I hope you cover up any and all. Price tag higher then others but for good reason. Heat of the fur. And my favorite color, sometimes bring many suns with it.
Ode to my hat
Sonnet to “Nike” by Basheer Lewis
NIKE from SBs to six point 0 of the
New gen high tops old style flip-flop oh they
Always rock them right wear them loose or lee
Obsess wish to possess sneakers they say
SHINE thought darkness powered by sunlight green glow
Pushes the bottom night gone away shine down
As do the check the swoosh just do it grow
Wait in line day n night hope for a spot
Grab a pair keep them clean hate "PHD"
Foshizzle Foshizzle Foshizzle yeah
A memory poem by Basheer Lewis
My style of poetry is leave a message and make it quick comes to mind.For example the memory poem its a very short poem and leave people thinking about the movement I just wrote about.My idea for poetry is to use what I call sense word words that people hear,more so sounds people hear.
Billy Collins poet
Some Days
By Billy Collins
Some days I put the people in their places at the table,
bend their legs at the knees,
if they come with that feature,
and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.
All afternoon they face one another,
the man in the brown suit,
the woman in the blue dress,
perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.
But other days, I am the one
who is lifted up by the ribs,
then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse
to sit with the others at the long table.
Very funny,
but how would you like it
if you never knew from one day to the next
if you were going to spend it
striding around like a vivid god,
your shoulders in the clouds,
or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,
staring straight ahead with your little plastic face
Analysis
In the poem "Some Days" by Billy Collins he state as if he is in control at time and others he is not comparing life you a little girl's doll house. His style in this poem is insightful yet playful at the same time. Yet nothing rhythms with in the poem no end rhythm or nothing. Also he tells of whom the power can switch between people. Stated in line 9 "But other days, I am the one who is lift up by the ribs" ending on line 10.Also in lines 12 to 19 he again touches on who people are like dolls in a doll house forced to smile all the time in public and half the time no control no what they can do. On a side note this kind have multiple meanings something aiming to the business world. In conclusion after an analysis of Billy Collins's style and his poem he likes to give a message in a playful manner in the poem "Some Days"
“The first night” by Billy Collins
Before I opened you, Jiménez,
it never occurred to me that day and night
would continue to circle each other in the ring of death,
but now you have me wondering
if there will also be a sun and a moon
and will the dead gather to watch them rise and set
then repair, each soul alone,
to some ghastly equivalent of a bed.
Or will the first night be the only night,
a darkness for which we have no other name?
How feeble our vocabulary in the face of death,
How impossible to write it down.
This is where language will stop,
the horse we have ridden all our lives
rearing up at the edge of a dizzying cliff.
The word that was in the beginning
and the word that was made flesh—
those and all the other words will cease.
Even now, reading you on this trellised porch,
how can I describe a sun that will shine after death?
But it is enough to frighten me
into paying more attention to the world’s day-moon,
to sunlight bright on water
or fragmented in a grove of trees,
and to look more closely here at these small leaves,
these sentinel thorns,
whose employment it is to guard the rose.
In the poem "The First Night"
by Billy Collins I believe that’s he is stating his idea on life and death which is out of his playful manner in "Some Days" which come as a shock he looked to be very comfortable in it but I guess it deepens on the subject at hand. In the poem he talk to his friend I promise is dead named Jimenez. This poem is somewhat like a ode I say this because Juan Ramón Jimenez is a spanish poet whom died 29 May 1958.So this poem is a ode without the classic “A ode to” line.
is sit in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge
where there are no pheasants to be seen
and last time I looked, no ridge.
I could drive over to Quail Falls
and spend the day there playing bridge,
but the lack of a falls and the absence of quail
would only remind me of Pheasant Ridge.
I know a widow at Fox Run
and another with a condo at Smokey Ledge.
One of them smokes, and neither can run,
so I’ll stick to the pledge I made to Midge.
Who frightened the fox and bulldozed the ledge?
I ask in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge.
In the poem “The Golden Years” by Billy Collins is about one of the many idea that pass between the minds of a lonely or elder person whom lives by him or her. This any like the 2nd poem goes back to his playful style or a subject that can be taken lightly by some, while to other is a “killer” subject. In the lines ”I know a widow at Fox Run and another with a condo at Smokey Ledge. One of them smokes, and neither can run, so I’ll stick to the pledge I made to Midge.” This is a “story” style poem it tells of ones life that has been sported from friends. One of Billy’s best works.